For The Dead

By Parson Thru

Sun, 09 Nov 2014
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Through the park comes the beating of drums,
the bugler's call and the question:

How can you never learn?

At 11:02 we go on with our lives
- those who paused to think

For today's another busy day
and who can spare time for The Dead?

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Submitted by torscot on

I found today, the whole day in fact depressing after attending a memorial service for the fallen.

A lone bugler hidden amonst the cloisters  and the Gregorian chants brought tears to my eyes.

Where or when will it all end.

 

torscot

Submitted by Parson Thru on

I don't know, torscot. We were discussing it all earlier. There seems to be almost unbroken continuity going back more than a millennium, broken briefly by Marx and the ideological war.

Flag waving... Our dead are better than your dead...

Parson Thru

Submitted by VeraClark on

As a teenager, I was told off at school for saying that I felt reminiscence work holds more merit than an enforced silence. My point was that two minutes is merely fulfilling a social requirement and there isn't time to really think. Collectivism I guess, not so much a mark of respect.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

This is a bit of a cheat really, VeraClark. I was in the shower at eleven either praying or singing "It's All Over Now Baby Blue".

Parson Thru

Submitted by VeraClark on

surprise You're a disgrace.

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Thank you. :-)

Parson Thru